A/N- I'm so excited to finally post this chapter! I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 13

Chloe's POV

I can see the war raging in Beca's eyes when I tell her what I see. A part of her wants to believe me but another part won't let her. At that moment, I feel a surge of hatred at her parents for making her this way. They took her childhood innocence from her and made it to where she'll never have a normal life. But really, what's so bad about not having a normal life? I used to think I did until my dad died and everything changed. Nothing seemed normal anymore and still doesn't.

So I lean in, getting ready to kiss her and prove to her what I see is true, when the oven beeps. Damn it. Sighing quietly, I walk over to the oven and pull out the pan. I laugh when I turn around to find Beca practically drooling. After they cool off, I put them on a plate and lead Beca into the living room where we sit on the couch, quietly eating.

"Thank you," I break the silence and Beca frowns.

"For what?"

"For confiding in me."

"It's no big deal." Beca waves it off but I won't have it. I fold my legs under me, leaning toward her.

"No, it is. From what I've heard at school, you hardly ever talk to people and when you do it's not always nice. You refuse to let people in or see you smile."

"Way to make me feel great," Beca's voice oozes with sarcasm.

"Sorry but it's true. What I'm trying to say though, is that I'm honored. You gave me a chance and talked to me on my first day when I was nervous. For some reason, you chose to let me in and when you smile at me…. There are no words to describe that." Beca is silent for a little and I worry that I said too much until she looks up with a beaming smile on her face.

"If you're saying thank you than I guess I have too to." I shake my head, confused. "Come on Chloe. You didn't let what anybody was saying about me get in the way of being friends whether I wanted to or not."

"You secretly wanted to." Beca just smirks.

"We've only known each other for a little while but I already count you as one of my closest friends. You understand me in a way no one else does. You took me in when no one else would." She whispers that last part and I can't hold it back any longer. Lunging myself forward, I wrap my arms around Beca's neck and stare into her eyes. My heart beats fast in rhythm with hers. Her eyes flick down toward my lips and I grin, glad she's thinking the same thing.

Moving my hands to cup her neck, I lean forward, finally connecting our lips. Beca's hands trail down, resting on my waist. It feels like all of a sudden with one kiss, I'm whole. I finally found what was missing in my life. Beca deepens the kiss, lighting a fire in me, flames crackling everywhere. I've been kissed before but this- this is something entirely different. We pull away, gasping for breath and I rest my forehead on Beca's.

"So," I pant. "You were saying something about being friends. Want to revise that statement?" Beca chuckles and I join in with her. Beca moves her hands to cup my face and smiles sweetly.

"Best friends?" Laughing, I push off of Beca, slapping her playfully.

"You jerk!" Beca leans against the corner of the couch, smirking.

"Yes, but a jerk you just kissed." I roll my eyes.

"Is this the real Beca Mitchell I'm seeing?"

"The one and only baby. Take it or leave it." Beca jokes, winking which causes warmth to race down my body.

"Well, if I can't take it," I smirk this time and crawl onto Beca's lap, straddling her. "I guess I'll have to change it."

…

For the next couple of weeks, Beca and I are inseparable. We joke and are normal friends at school, but the moment we're alone, we're something more. We haven't defined with it is we're doing yet, but we don't need to. We have time. Then there's the fact that I'm not sure I what exactly I want. The last time I was in a relationship, my dad died and the dude dumped me for- and I quote- "someone who wasn't such a downer." Yeah, not one of my best decisions on who to date.

I know in my heart Beca wouldn't do that to me, but I can't help but be cautious. It doesn't help that Beca has secrets and none she's willing to share with me. Several times, she's gone off for no reason, not coming back for several hours. Which is fine since we're not technically dating, but it's still weird.

I've seen the wolf again but only in my dreams. It always plays out the same, never changing, even our conversation. I have a feeling I'm supposed to get something from it or I'm waiting. For what? Something to happen? I don't know. I have a feeling that when whatever I'm waiting for happens, it's going to change my life forever. Just hopefully for the better.

…...

"Could I talk to the principle, please?" The secretary just stares at me. "It's really important."

"Sorry, but he's not here right now."

"Shouldn't he be? He is the principle, correct?" I can't stop the sarcasm from my voice, but I just want this so bad. Over the last few weeks, I've come in here to talk to him, but he's apparently never here. I'm starting to wonder if we actually have a principle.

"Yes, but this is a small town and generally, people here have several jobs. The principle also owns a hardware store and works from there unless we need him. So you'll just have to wait until he's here." She goes back to her book, ending the conversation. I let out a frustrated growl and stomp out the doors.

"I have stayed so damn late at school everyday just to get one fucking answer to one fucking question." I mumble to myself as I make my way to my car. "Whoever this fucking principle is, is a shitty one if he can't even give enough of a damn to show up."

"Woah, Chlo. That's some language there. I thought you were a lady and didn't dare say those words." Beca comments, startling me. She's leaning against the hood of my car which I would've realized if I wasn't ranting to myself.

"Well, a lady speaks proper english, but if that lady doesn't slip up every once and awhile, they're not human."

"My bad. I was incorrect." She smiles with sympathy. "I'm guessing it didn't go well?" Nodding sadly, I unlock my car, getting in and Beca following suit.

"Yeah. No one can seem to find the principle, ever." I turn towards her in my seat. "Is there even a principle?" Beca chuckles and places a calming hand on my arm.

"Yes, there is. He used to be full time here before opening a store. During my freshman year, I was sent to his office everyday."

"Really? Why?"

"Everybody knew how….cold I was so all the teachers automatically assumed that everything I said was snarky. Most of them hate me anyway so that didn't help any."

"For what your parents did, right?" I ask softly and Beca nods. "That's just shitty. You didn't do anything. If anybody has a right to hate anybody, it's you."

"That's not what they think." We sit in a comfortable silence for a little, just thinking and being together.

"So, do you have to work?" I hit my head with my palm. "That was a stupid question. If you had to work, you wouldn't have waited for me."

"I would wait for you no matter what I had to do." My jaw drops and I turn back around in my seat, turning the car on, trying to hide my red face. She makes me blush so easily.

"Where are we going?" Blushing harder, I realize that in my distracted state, I drove the wrong way.

"Um, well..." Beca laughs and when I go to turn around, stops me.

"If you keep driving, I'll show you something cool." Nodding, I keep straight, following Beca's directions. I don't know how long we drive for until Beca finally has me pull into a diner.

"Wha-"

"Well, we're not there yet but it's getting late. I figured you were hungry."

"Is that your way of saying you're starving?" Beca grins, nodding. "So where is this cool place of yours and why is it so far?" Beca opens my door and when I get out, puts her hand on the small of my back, making me shiver a little.

"Well, not many people know about it. It's a very special place and only deserves to be seen by very special people." I pause at the doors.

"You think I'm special?"

"Of course." We find a seat in the back and order our food. When the waitress leaves, I study the diner. It's old fashioned with a jukebox in the corner and there's nobody but us and the employees here.

"So what is this place?"

"I found it a couple of years ago. It doesn't have the best food, but it has the best people and I like it."

"Me too. I used to go to all sorts of these places with my dad. We would go on drives almost every weekend just to find a different one."

"Yeah? That sounds like a lot of fun."

"It was, even with two annoying siblings who found it fun to pick on the younger sister. I would sit in the middle in the back and they would take turns playing ping pong with my head." We laugh and I cherish the memories.

"So, how many diners did you guys get too?"

"I don't even know. Over 30 and only because we went out of state finding more. Wish my dad could be here. This was the exact type of diner he loved. Old and rustic." Beca grabs my hands, rubbing my palms with her thumbs.

"He is though. With you, I mean. Not physically but he's here." Her eyes hold so much sincerity, that I believe her. I close my eyes and just breathe and I swear I can hear his laughter floating in the wind until it's gone and our food is here. Beca and I eat in silence and when we're finished, we pay and walk out, hand in hand.

"So how much further?"

"Not long. Just a couple of minutes." I nod and send my mom a quick text so she won't worry. Then, Beca and I get back on the road, talking about anything that comes to mind. I follow her directions until she points to the side of the road.

"Pull over there."

"You sure?"

"A hundred percent." Beca gives me a comforting smile and I know that she wouldn't let anything happen to me. So I do as she says even when she has us get out and start walking through the forest.

"It's okay," Beca whispers, somehow sensing my nervousness. "I know where I'm going."

"How? There's no map or anything."

"Instinct, I guess." Beca shrugs but I have a feeling there's more to it and she knows that. I understand her need to keep some things secret, but it gets annoying sometimes.

"We're almost there," she whispers and reaches out to brush aside a branch. That's when I see it. The waterfall from my dream. It's beautiful but more real than it was in my dream. The waterfall isn't as bright, but just as beautiful. There is the same assortment of flowers and I instantly go to a rose, bringing it up to my nose. Sighing, I take in a deep breath, feeling at home.

I lean forward, looking into the water at my reflection. It's at that moment I see what I'm wearing. The same yellow sundress as in my dream. No way. It has to be a coincidence, but the wolf told me that this place would find its way to me and that I would have to find the right person to take me. I glance at Beca, who is sitting on the edge near me, her feet dangling in the water. She looks right at home too. What could my dream and it coming to life, mean?

"It's beautiful," I tell Beca and she looks over at me, frowning.

"You've seen this before, haven't you? But ho-" She stops talking suddenly, turning to look toward the forest. Her movements are almost animal like as she stands up, pulling me with her.

"Someone's coming,"she whispers in my ear. "Whatever happens, just know that I'm not the bad guy." What the hell is happening? Beca pushes me behind her and that's when all hell breaks loose.